They Hated Me in My First Life, But Now I Have the Love System-Chapter 438: Openly Declaring War

She wasn’t ready to surrender her throne, not now, not ever.

So, the scheming began again.

After sulking in silence for a day, she bounced back, more determined than ever to restore her reputation and prove that Nnenna meant absolutely nothing to Prince Carl. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

She had already spent the night convincing her loyal followers, her so called henchmen, and now they were fully onboard, whispering lies and twisting the truth with well practiced ease.

"The only reason Prince Carl rushed to her," one of them said in the hallway with dramatic flair, "was because she’s a fellow student. Obviously. No prince wants one of his students harmed under his watch, it’s just responsibility, not affection."

"Exactly," another chimed in. "Besides, Nnenna always shamelessly sits behind Jana in class. That’s probably why the prince thought they were close. Anyone would panic if they thought their girlfriend’s friend was in danger. It’s basic human decency."

They spun the story so well, so persistently, that some students started to pause and consider it.

"Hmm... makes sense," a few muttered among themselves. "Maybe it was all just a misunderstanding. No way a prince would fall for someone so... average. Yes, she’s the most pretty girl I’ve ever seen, but she doesn’t have a strong background. She’s just a scholarship student!"

Bit by bit, the rumors began to take root again. Suspicion returned to curious minds. Doubt began to cast long shadows.

And somewhere in the middle of it all, Jana smirked in satisfaction.

Her game had just begun.

But not everyone bought the story Jana’s people were selling.

Some students, sharp eyed and sharp minded, remembered the look on Prince Carl’s face that day. The panic in his voice.

The way his hands shook as he checked Nnenna over. That wasn’t the reaction of someone simply worried about a classmate, or a friend of a friend.

That was personal.

"That kind of worry?" one student whispered to another. "You don’t fake that. Not even princes can pretend that well."

"No way it had anything to do with Jana," another agreed. "He looked like he was about to lose his mind when he saw Nnenna."

And just like that, two groups began to form in the class.

One group, loyal to Jana, or simply afraid of her wrath, clung to the idea that Prince Carl’s reaction was because of Jana. That maybe, just maybe, his concern for Nnenna was only because of her connection to Jana. That belief gave them peace, even if it was shaky.

The second group, however, wasn’t convinced. They believed something deeper was at play. Prince Carl hadn’t once looked at Jana that day, not even when she stood there crying. His entire world had zeroed in on Nnenna.

Still, even this group wasn’t fully certain. They were maybe sixty percent sure... but sixty percent wasn’t enough to go to war with the class’s reigning queen bee.

So, they played it safe. They stopped trying to suck up to Nnenna, and quietly distanced themselves, just in case Jana’s version of the story turned out to be true.

At the end of the day, no one wanted to gamble with their social standing.

Because in Omniora Academy, rumors were more dangerous than arrows.

Nnenna couldn’t have cared less about the rumors swirling around. In fact, she was relieved.

Now that no one was trying to suck up to her or hover around her desk with fake smiles and awkward small talk, she finally had peace. Real peace.

She focused in class, jotted down her notes, and even exchanged a few quiet laughs with Emily. For the first time in weeks, she felt like a normal student again, no pressure, no expectations, no stares.

Classes passed smoothly, one after another, until the last lecture ended and the professor exited the hall. The usual noise began to rise, students chatting, packing their bags, stretching their arms. But then

SLAM!

A loud sound cracked through the room like thunder.

Everyone froze.

All eyes turned.

Jana had stood up and slammed her palm hard on Nnenna’s desk, her face burning with rage.

Nnenna blinked, confused, as she looked up from her book.

The room went silent in a heartbeat. The tension was thick enough to slice through.

Jana’s eyes were wild, fury swirling in them like a storm barely contained. She had finally snapped.

After watching people whisper behind her back, after realizing that not everyone bought her carefully spun lies, she had reached her breaking point.

And this, this public confrontation, was exactly what her new ally, Linda, had been hoping for. Using someone’s else’s knife to get the job done.

Jana leaned in, her voice low but sharp. "You think you’re special, don’t you?" she hissed, loud enough for the entire class to hear. "Just because a prince looked worried about you?"

Gasps rippled through the room. Students glanced at each other, their expressions a mix of excitement, awkwardness, and nervous anticipation.

Jana wasn’t just confronting Nnenna.

She was declaring war.

Jana’s voice rang through the hall, sharp and accusing, thick with venom.

"You look so innocent on the outside, but you’re just a sly little snake!" she spat, glaring at Nnenna like she was filth. "How dare you try to seduce my boyfriend?!"

The crowd gasped again. Some students actually leaned forward, as if they were watching a live drama unfold on stage.

"I even thought we could be friends," Jana went on bitterly. "That’s why I let you sit behind me all this time. I was being kind. I didn’t know you had poison in your veins, that you were shamelessly using that spot just to get noticed by my man."

Her voice trembled now, not from sadness, but from fury. "You even had the audacity to change seats yesterday. I thought it was finally because you had some shame left, that maybe you realized you couldn’t win."

She scoffed and flipped her hair dramatically.

"But no. Turns out I was wrong again...."

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